{I just want to say a couple things before I start...
1. School got out Friday (I went camping this weekend so that's why this update has taken forever, sorry) which means that I'll have loads of time to update and I will a lot more often.
2. I promiseee there will be some action soon I've just been so tired lately that my writing quality has went down and I don't want it to be written terribly.
3. This really has nothing to do with the story but my parents got my best friend and I tickets to a music festival to see Bleachers and Joywave and I'm beyond excited. 9 more days :D
4. If you ever want something to happen in the story, feel free to message me or comment and we'll work something out! Sometimes I don't have any ideas of what to write which is why it takes forever for me to update so ideas are greatly appreciated. Anyway, that's all I have to say. :) }
It seemed to take forever to pick out a restaurant because Dan was fascinated by pretty much every building downtown. There were loads of different places to chose from and Dan took his sweet time making a decision, despite his stomach constantly growling. I'll admit though, it was nice having it just be us for once. I was finally able to enjoy a city with Dan the way I wanted to. I was able to run around the streets with a tight hold on his hand and steal quick kisses every now and then without having to worry about feelings. Knowing that he felt the same way had to be the best feeling in the entire world. He loves me. That's a sentence that will always be able to make me smile.
I adored everything about Dan, but I think most of all, I adored his fascination with even the small things in life. We walked around busy city streets for what seemed like forever, yet the smile never left his face. It was nice not seeing him be focused on his phone the entire time like a 'normal' person would be. I could see the reflection of skyscrapers in his eyes as he glanced up at them and I think for once I finally understood the meaning of the song Durban Skies.
I mean, of course I understood it before but I didn't exactly feel it. You know how you'll listen to a song but you haven't ever felt the way that the writer of the song has felt so you either sit there emotionless or try to understand? Well, I guess being with Dan has suddenly made every single word in the song make perfect sense. I don't ever want what we have to end and honestly, I don't think it will. When I look at him in awe, he always gives the same, loving stare back.
Eventually he found a restaurant whose name I couldn't even read before I was pulled into it. Almost instantly, a waiter came over to seat us, giving us a booth in the far back of the restaurant. Dan decided to sit right next to me to stay close, keeping a tight hold on my hand the entire time as we both looked through a menu, trying to decide what sounded good at the moment.
We soon decided to get pancakes that would hopefully taste better than Dan's failed attempt. The waiter took our menus and left us alone in the back to talk although it still stayed quiet for a bit. Dan laid his head against my shoulder and spoke up, "You know I almost forgot what it was like to have a normal life. A life without touring or without constantly writing then recording. A life where people would actually accept our relationship..."
"Dan, stop..." I started as I moved his head off my shoulder to get a good look at him. "You're not 'normal' and I mean that in the best way possible. You deserve more than one of those 'normal' lives and as for us, we're going to be just fine."
"I feel like I'm going insane," he suddenly pressed on after a couple seconds of silence. "They're getting into my thoughts and I don't know what's right and what's wrong. I can't stop thinking about this, about everything."
"Stop overthinking things, I'm serious." I said sternly and turned slightly in my seat to look him in the eyes. "This is what's right. You're not doing anything wrong in your life right now.." I suddenly remembered the past night's events, causing my to bite down on my lip softly. "Well...erm...except for maybe drinking too much but other than that, you're perfectly okay. Just write the emotions you're feeling out, babe. Write a song and shove it in their faces."
"Kyle, I'm pretty sure everyone hates the songs I write. Pompeii was played on the radio loads, I think everyone's probably really annoyed-"
"Babe." Dan stopped talking as soon as he heard my voice and looked down at the table. "You deserve this career. You've worked so hard for it, harder than any of us. I know that touring gets rough sometimes but just think, in a couple of weeks, we'll be able to go home and be in our home. Nobody else will be around and we can do whatever we want whenever we want."
Dan nodded slightly, slowly processing my words before responding. "You're right, I'm sorry. I just need to stop thinking, right? I'll shut my brain off and never listen to anything they say again."
I couldn't help but let out a laugh as I leaned over to kiss Dan's forehead. "You're adorable."
He rolled his eyes and scooted closer to me to cuddle up into my side, trying to hold back a grin which wasn't working out to well. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear that about a thousand times a day and 999 of those are from you."
"Exaggerate much?" I laughed and thanked the waiter once he had brought our food to us. "Now since you've decided to shut you brain off, do you want me to explain how to eat a pancake to you so you don't have to think through the process?"
"Shut up, Kyle. At least I can tell when the pancakes are actually going to be good. I didn't eat the pancakes back at the hotel. Your taste buds are probably all fucked up right now." He smiled innocently and I could tell he was never going to let that go or at least not for a while.
"I hate you," was all I could manage to mumble out, letting him win this "fight".
"Actually, you loooovvvvveee me." Dan's smile widened until he was grinning. He placed his hands against my chest lightly once I turned to look at him and leaned forward to kiss me. I kissed him back but we were soon interrupted by the waiter who began talking.
"Is there...erm... anything I can get you guys? A certain kind of syrup or does it taste fine?" The guy stared at the table awkwardly and Dan quickly sat up straight. "Sorry for.. you know.. interrupting."
"No, I think we're good, thank-" I started but was cut off by Dan.
"Actually, yeah. If it's not too much trouble could you get us some sugar? My boyfriend here loves sugar on his pancakes."
